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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Crime,
The Victims,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Darondo,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.