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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
AZ,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.