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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Wings,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.