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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.