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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.