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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Brick,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.