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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Smog,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
The Move,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.