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 Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.