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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.