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 Mozambique 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.