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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Pretty Things to the jazz 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.