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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
PIL,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.