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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.