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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.