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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
The Names,
The Motions,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.