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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
DNA,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.