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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.