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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.