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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.