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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.