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 Gabon and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.