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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.