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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.