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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Crime,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.