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 Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.