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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.