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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.