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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.