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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 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 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth 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 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
PIL,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.