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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.