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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Kayak,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.