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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.