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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.