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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Brick,
Nas,
Second Layer,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.