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 Chile and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Fear,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.