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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.