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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Quantec,
JFA,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.