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 Mali and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.