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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.