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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.