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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
The Names,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.