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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.