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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Audionom to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.