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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.