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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Ossler,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.