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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Slave,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.