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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.