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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
MC5,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.