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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.