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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
The Martian,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.