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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.