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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.