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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Swans,
the Human League,
AZ,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.