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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Television,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.