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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Slave,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.