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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.