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 Uganda 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.