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 Zambia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Fluxion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.