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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Wire,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.