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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.