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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.