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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.