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 Ecuador 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Index,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.