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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.