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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 Mexico City and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.