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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.