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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.