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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.