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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Swell Maps 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.