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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Mars,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
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.