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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.