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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
The Cure,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Index,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.