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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Crime,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.