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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.