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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.