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 China and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.