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 Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.