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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.