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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
JFA,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.