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 Maldives 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.