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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Slave,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.