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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
UT,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Skriet,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.