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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Crime,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.