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 Bulgaria 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.