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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.