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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.