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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.