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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Rakim,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.