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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Monolake,
Nas,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.