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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.