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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.