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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.