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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.