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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.