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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.