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 France and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.