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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Can,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.