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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Kayak,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.