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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
DNA,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.