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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.