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 Hungary 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.