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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Crime,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.