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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.