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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.