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 Burkina 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Interpol,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.