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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.