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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.