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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Wings,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
UT,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.