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 Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Symarip,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.