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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.