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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.