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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.