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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.