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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Qualms to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.