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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.