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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.