Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.