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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.