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 Togo 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.