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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
X-101,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Flipper,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.