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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.