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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.