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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
DNA,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.