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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Golliwogs 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Victims,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.