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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Television,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.