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 Colombia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Aswad,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.