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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.