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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
June Days,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.