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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.