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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Godley & Creme to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.