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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.