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 Kazakhstan 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.