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 Kuwait and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.