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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Can,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.