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 Mauritania and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.