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 Croatia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Associates,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.