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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Television,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.