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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Pagans 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.