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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.