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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
JFA,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.