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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.