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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.