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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Tears for Fears to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.