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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.