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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Japan,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.