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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.