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 Botswana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Wire,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.