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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.