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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.