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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.