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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Chrome,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.