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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.