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 Peru 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.