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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.