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 Sweden 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.