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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Slave,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.