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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.