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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
The Wake,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.