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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.