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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barracudas to the jazz 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.