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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.