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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
X-101,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Slave,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.