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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.