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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Mars,
John Cale,
JFA,
Index,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.