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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Birthday Party to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.