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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.