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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.