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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.