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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.