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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.