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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
CMW,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.