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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.