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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.