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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.