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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.