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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.