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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.