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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.