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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.