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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.