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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.