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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.