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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.