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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.