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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.