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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Visage,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.