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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.