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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.