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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
DNA,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.