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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
The Index,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.