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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.