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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Magazine,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.