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 Mauritania 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Yaz,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.