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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.