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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.