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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.