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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.