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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Excepter,
The Index,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.