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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.