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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Can,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.