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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.