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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.