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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.