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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.