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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.