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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.