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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Nico,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.