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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.