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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.