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 Slovakia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.