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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.