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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Mummies to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.