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 Guyana 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Fatback Band 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.