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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.