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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Fear,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.