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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.