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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.