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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.