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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.