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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
JFA,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
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.