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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.