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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.