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 Lesotho and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.