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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Gong,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.