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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
The Seeds,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.