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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Q65,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.