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 Burundi 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.