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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.