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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.