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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
CMW,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.