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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.