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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.