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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.