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 Kenya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.