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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.