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 Liberia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Index,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.