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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.