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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.