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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.