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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Symarip,
Brick,
JFA,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.