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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.