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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jandek to the punk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.