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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.