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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
UT,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.