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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.