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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Scion,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.