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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Television to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.