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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.