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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.