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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Franke,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.