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 Burkina 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Index,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.