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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
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.