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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.