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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.