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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.