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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 cv313 to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.