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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.