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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.