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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.