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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Franke,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.