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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 B.T. Express to the techno 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.