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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight 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?
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.