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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.