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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.