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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Mars,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.