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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Slave,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.