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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.