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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.