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 Fiji 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.