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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Faust,
PIL,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.