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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Flipper,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.