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 Panama and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Flipper,
CMW,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.