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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.