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 Gambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.