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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.