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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.