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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.