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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.