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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Index,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.