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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.