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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Gong,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.