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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Yazoo,
MC5,
New Order,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.