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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Slave,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.