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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Ludus,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.