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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.