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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Ludus,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.