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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Section 25,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.