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 Nauru 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.