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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.