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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.