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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.