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 New Zealand and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Slits,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.