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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.