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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the rock 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.