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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.