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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.