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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 the Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Visage,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.