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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.