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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.