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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.