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 Turkey 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.