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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano 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?
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.