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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.