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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.