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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
The Zeros,
CMW,
UT,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.