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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.