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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
X-102,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.