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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.