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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.