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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.