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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Swans to the grime 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.