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 Paraguay 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.