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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.