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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.