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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.