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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.