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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.