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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.