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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.