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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.