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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Index,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.