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 Greece and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.