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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.