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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.