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 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 Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.