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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.