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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.