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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Monks,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.