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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.