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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.