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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.