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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.