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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.