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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.