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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.