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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.