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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.