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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
The Names,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.