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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
ABC,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.