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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.