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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.