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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.