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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.