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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The United States of America to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.