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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cramps to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.