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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
X-102,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.