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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Gap Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
The Martian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.