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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Association to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.