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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.