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 Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Nico,
Mars,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.