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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.