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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.