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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.