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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.