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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.