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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Lyres,
CMW,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
cv313,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.