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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.