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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.