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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '90s.
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 John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.