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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.