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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.