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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Wings,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.