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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.