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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.