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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
PIL,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.