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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fugs 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.