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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Magma,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.