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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.