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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.