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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.