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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.