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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
UT,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.