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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.