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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.