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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.