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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Wire,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.