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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Monks,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.