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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
the Association,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Pole,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.