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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Cymande,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.