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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.