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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
John Cale,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.