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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.