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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.