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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.