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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.