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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.