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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.