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 Madagascar 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.