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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.