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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.