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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Last Poets to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.