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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.