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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.