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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Brick,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.