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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.