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 Denmark 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.