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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.