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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.