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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.