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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.