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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.