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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.