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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.