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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Gories,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light 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.