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-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.