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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.