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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fugs 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
New Order,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.