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 New Zealand and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gories to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.