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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Trojans to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
X-101,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.