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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nico 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.