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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.