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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.