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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.