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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.