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 Andorra and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.