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 Chad and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Fear,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.