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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.