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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Scion to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.