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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.