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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.