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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.