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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
New Order,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.