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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.