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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Pole,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.