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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.