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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Technova,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.