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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.