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 Belize 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.