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 Lithuania 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.