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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.