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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.