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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
10cc,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.