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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.