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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Television,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.