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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.