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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.