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 Chad and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
AZ,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.