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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.