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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.