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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pierre Henry 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.