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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.