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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.