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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.