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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.