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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.