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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.