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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.