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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Fuzztones to the crunk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
The Index,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.