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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Count Five to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
X-101,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.