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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Faust,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.