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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.