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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.