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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.