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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Swans,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.