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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.