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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.