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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skaos to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.