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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.