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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.