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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.