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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.