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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.