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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.