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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.