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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Zapp to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.