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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.