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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Brick,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.