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 Tehran.
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 Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
The Litter,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.