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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.