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 Belize 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Ossler,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Index,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.