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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.