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 Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.