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 Comoros 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Hashim,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Scion,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.