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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.