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 Ghana and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Searchers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.