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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.