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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.