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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The New Christs to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.