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 Korea South 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.