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 Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.