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 Yemen 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Section 25,
the Germs,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.