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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.