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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.