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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.