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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.