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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Visage,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.