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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
The Remains,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.