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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.