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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Franke,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.