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 Ethiopia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.