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 Ireland and from London.
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 Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Unwound,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.