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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Wire,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Nas,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.