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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.