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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.