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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Index,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.