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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.