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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.