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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.