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 Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.