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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Organ,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.