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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.