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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.