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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.