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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
MC5,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.