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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
DNA,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.