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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.