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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Slave,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.