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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.