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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.