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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.