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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.