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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.